Hello! So, it’s about a week in and I’ve read some fantastic post-endgame fix its, and I thought I’d share them. I’m sure there are more, but these are the ones I loved. I might make another post later on, when I’ve read more :)
Please heed author notes and tags for specific warnings, I will just link the fics with their summary!
born in fire (again and again) by defcontwo
Natasha lands, in dust and sand and light, in the middle of a great landscape of nothingness. She sits up, and touches one hand to the back of her head, and it comes away wet and sticky with blood.
There’s copper in the back of her mouth, and she spits it out into the sand, watching with satisfaction as the blood splatters into the otherwise pristine surface.
“Huh,” Natasha says. “So this is death.”
when we came home by augustbird ( @augustbird )
Fighting is hard. Rebuilding is harder. Post-Endgame AU.
like heaven stood up in you by napricot
“You said you were gonna miss him,” says Bruce slowly. “He was supposed to be back in five seconds, but you hugged him and said ‘I’m gonna miss you.’”
Bucky’s face is serene again now, and gives nothing away. “I know Steve,” he repeats. “You think you can hand him a time machine and some rocks of unspeakable power and he’s just gonna go put ‘em right back where they belong?”
Steve does put the Infinity Stones right back where they belong. He just does a couple other things too. Or: three timelines and a Reverse Time Heist.
picture it soft by midnightroom
When Steve lurches awake, his heart is pounding in his chest. His shirt, soaked in sweat, clings damply to his skin. One fist is clutching the sheets of the bed, and the other is clenched so hard he can feel his fingernails making little half-moons in his palm.
Thanos—
The Stones. Dust drifting through the air, ash so thick you could choke on it. Five endless, aching years of white noise. His team. The lunacy of time travel, the mind-bending, fuse-blowing reality of hand-to-hand combat with himself. The bruise blooming across his cheek to serve as proof. A soft jazz song playing on a record, a crackling hearth, red lipstick. Death, death, death—
Beside him, Bucky shifts in his sleep, turns over so he's facing Steve. His eyes are closed and his mouth is parted, and Steve can see the dark shadow of his hair spread across the pillow like an ink-stain.
(or, Steve and Bucky in the aftermath of Endgame, picking memories apart.)
Ever Mine, Ever Ours by hitlikehammers
Steve goes back to return the Stones, for the sake of the universe.
The extra Pym Particles he palms when Bruce isn't looking, though? Those are for the heart he has now and the heart he took into the ice; those are for the loves he's known and held and lost and found, those—
Those are for the sake of his soul.
Avengers: Endgame Fix-It.
Lichtenberg Figures by rustywrites
Spoilers for Avengers: Endgame
The scars take some getting used to.
(An ending re-work where everybody lives)
When People See Us by Brokenpitchpipe
Rumlow knocks his shoulder good-naturedly. “Hail HYDRA.”
“Thanks,” Steve says automatically, “you too.”
Hearing “Bucky’s still alive” in his own voice might have been a little unexpected, sure. But Steve’s definitely not prepared for the entirety of STRIKE to suddenly and inexplicably think he’s a secret Nazi. (He’s not prepared to learn there are secret Nazis either, for the record.)
the epitaph of an old record player by celestialfics ( @liquidsaints )
Peggy, intelligent and adaptable as ever, takes the entirety of his story and mulls over it in her head for a time, sitting across from Steve and studying his face. Her eyes are set, eyebrows furrowed, chin sitting in her hands.
After a long while, she speaks.
“Go home, Steve,” she says, voice sure; she’s determined as she’s always been.
found a place to rest my head (never let me go) by bulletsandbutterflies
ENDGAME SPOILERS.
He tries not to dwell on the unfairness of it. How they had only just been reunited before he was taken away from Steve again. Dwelling makes it harder to move on.
But it’s hard to forget him when he comes to Steve in his dreams. Sometimes, they’re sixteen again, drinking glass after glass of cheap beer to forget the harsh reality that they were struggling to meet ends meet. Other times, they’re in the war, huddled together in the trenches to keep themselves warm from the unforgiving chills of winter.
And there are nights where Steve feels hands on his skin, warm and metal, soft lips against his own.
In which, Endgame decided to ignore Stucky completely so I've come here to fix it.
Part 3 of been waiting a hundred years (and I'd wait a million more)
I Drew a Line for You by Brokenpitchpipe
"What are you doing here, Steve?" Peggy asks.
"I'm," Steve says. "Living."
Peggy smiles. But it's a smile he recognizes, a smile that means she's guessed at the truth and she's guessed right. "No," she says, "you're not."
kingdoms have fallen, angels are calling (none of that could ever make me leave) by bornes
It’s been a long day. It’s been a long five years.
stay by birdjay
The platform buzzes, and suddenly goes quiet. The cycle has finished. Bucky doesn’t bother to look. There’s no way Steve’s coming back when he has the chance to stay. He moves to walk away, to move on with his life, somehow.
“Buck -- ?”
Bucky whirls around, hair flying.
Who I really am (not who I’m supposed to be) by JayPendragon
[SPOILER WARNING for Endgame]
“Don’t tell me it’s not what you want, buddy. I remember you talking about her. You still got her picture in your pocket. You saved the world, you’re supposed to get the girl.”
Yeah, that’s how it goes, isn’t it? Steve thinks but doesn’t say. Once upon a time, before he saw the changes he only ever dreamed of in the thirties come to life in all the colors of the rainbow, before learning that Bucky survived… Back then, he would have agreed.
The Rest of Our Lives by cleo4u2
SPOILERS STOP READING CHRIST
Fix if fic, picking up when Steve hops into the time machine at the end of the movie and telling what Steve really did for the rest of his life. Hint, it's not a she.
There's Only Now, There's Only Here by stevergrsno ( @stevergrsno )
“Steve,” Peggy says when she reaches him with quick, steady steps, her- husband and friend? friends? partners? following behind at a more sedate pace.
“Uh,” Steve says, and “Hi?” and “Would you mind telling me what the date is?”
1951. Steve aimed for home and ended up in fucking 1951.
Jesus christ.
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In which Steve not showing up on the time pad wasn't exactly on purpose and we ignore 95% of that ending.
kiss me twice by espinosas
ENDGAME SPOILERS!!!
Hey. Still Endgame spoilers.
AU where Steve comes back for Bucky.
You'll see him soon. by JDHD
"Go," Bucky said to Sam, because the thought of having to face the man in front of him - the man he no longer knew - was so much more than Bucky could handle. He was like tinfoil, and he was being crushed gently in a fist, and he just wanted to come out without any rips.
He met Sam's eye, and the other man shook his head for a moment. "No. He looked for you for years, Barnes. Maybe he can explain."
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BIG OL' ENDGAME SPOILERS.
End of Endgame fix it because we deserve better.
Kiss me once, then kiss me twice by obsessivereader ( @yetanotherobsessivereader )
Staring at the empty platform where Steve had stood just a moment ago, Bucky experiences one of the longest five seconds of his life. Steve’s not coming back, he thinks, over and over, Steve’s not coming back.
“…two, one.”
A weird distortion shimmers in the air as Steve materializes on the platform. Bucky lets out his breath in a quiet rush. He was so sure. He said his goodbyes and convinced himself that he’d get by just fine, that he was happy that Steve could finally have the life he’d always wanted with Peggy. He knew enough about the machine to know that Steve had a chance to go back to the 40s and pick up the life that was lost to him when he crashed the Valkyrie. And yet, here’s Steve back again, looking tired, dusty, disheveled. Bucky can’t tell what Steve’s thinking as their eyes meet. He’s never seen Steve’s eyes look so blue.
Part 2 of Fix-its that my heart needed
i say your name by rohkeutta ( @rohkeutta )
Bucky’s sitting on the back porch steps, curled up against the chill, when the door opens and closes behind him. Sam, perhaps, awoken by Bucky’s nightmares that lurk in the corners of the rooms: shadows that no longer stand up, ghosts who have laid their rifles down.
Bucky doesn't turn. If it's Sam, he can stay. If it's someone else, they can keep the ghosts.
whatever a sun will always sing is you by onibi ( @canobic )
Steve comes back.
It's Been a Long, Long Time (Coming) by bangyababy ( @bangyababy )
He says it'll take five seconds.
Bucky hopes that he's made the right decision.
He counts.
Five.
lighting up in the shadows by buckyjerkbarnes ( @fypoedameron )
"Don't you know by now there's nothing in the world that could make me walk away from you?"
[Or: a fix-it for Endgame because it would seem I have to do everything around here.]
